He lit a cigarette, leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed.
A woman's coquettish laughter reached his ears: "Mr. Smith..."
He opened his eyes, looking at the empty room.
The voice in his head was still echoing.
"Mr. Smith."
She was calling him.
He could even picture the woman's expression as she called his name - her face must be wearing a smile, very flirtatious, a little coy, a little sarcastic.
Trenton Smith slowly took a puff of his cigarette.
He then lowered his head and let out a soft laugh.
For some reason, thinking of Norris Moore always put him in a good mood.
Whether it was the fragmented memories of her or the real her.
Both seemed interesting to him.
...
Zara White got off work and called Trenton Smith.
"Trenton, I'm off work, are you at the company?"
"No." Trenton Smith came out of his room, "I'm at the villa on the mountainside. Do you know the place?"
Zara hesitated for a moment, "…Yes, I'll come find you then."
...
